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me: what is your wisdom today, oh great stoic philosopher marcus aurelius

marcus aurelius:

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Same, Vitya. Same.

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Mosaic fragment, Roman, 3rd century AD

from The Museu d'Art Medieval, Barcelona

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could never be an actual fictional pod blogger. i’m too of a negative person. it’s terrible & irritating but i can’t help it.

#nene

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Harplike tree splintering in the Forest of Dean

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just saw a single piece of paper drift past 50 feet in the air over buildings like a beautiful white bird

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sontag on artaud

#maybe i should re-read this one

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I love howbin ghost of Thornton hall you can get murdered by a hallucination if you say a rhyme wrong

#nancy

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I wanted to wake up and find that I was five years old and my parents and neighbors would say, “My, my, what an imagination.” I wanted to be physically erased and start over again. I didn’t want to be here. I didn’t want to be there. I guess I wanted to be nowhere, I wanted to listen to my brain talk inside of nothingness. I wanted to be untouchable and have no need…

— David Wojnarowicz

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What an amazing sound - Women from the Rugova region in Kosovo are singing to the rhythms of tepsia (copper pan for preparing traditional food). This disappearing minimalistic style was a popular form of singing among communities throughout the Dinara mountain range. Filmed by Japanese ethnographers from the National Museum of Ethnology in Osaka.

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listening to a radio play in russian at work, while designing a banner/announcement thing, to the gentle sound of rain pattering. i am in…some-place. kinda.

oh, and after giving a group tour of the main exhibit, my nose began to bleed. good thing i video-edited an episode for our museum series yesterday, i’m a bit tired.

#nene

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Perhaps I was wrong to expect such a dramatic annihilation, Wither Tides and river’s rise - because after all, this is the only way that something as grand as a city or a nation or an empire can ever die.

Starving, slow, and in terrible self-denial.

I look out and all I can think is that I no longer want to wreck this city; I no longer feel dwarfed by its towers and heights, frightened and furious in my own smallness and anonymity amongst the millions here.

I want to lie down in the ruins of Glottage, and comfort it as it bleeds to death.

— Chapter 39: This Rotten World Shall Wheeze Its Last.

#я когда прогуливаюсь по москве #the silt verses

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Nobody ever really overreacts to a parent. You’re just yelling back through the decades. Making up for lost time.

— Chapter 23: I'd Howl, I'd Scream, In Victory.

#i love this scene so much #simplicity of his kindness. to say you aren’t wrong to feel the way you do about your parent #also how does everything that hayward say to paige esp in this matter is so perfect #the silt verses

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Ilya Kaminsky, ‘Dancing in Odessa’, Dancing in Odessa

[Text ID: “It was April. The sun washed the balconies, April.”]

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-Sayat Nova (Sergei Parajanov, 1969) -Süden (Christian Petzold, 1990)

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your character can have a little catharsis, as a treat

Keep reading

#he’s. just a boy #i am in eskew

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a confession

in my entire life, I have never once played on senior detective.

#yeahhhh #nancy